Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Macedonia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Flipper to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Japan,
Michelle Simonal,
Ponytail,
Peter and Kerry,
Anakelly,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sugar Minott,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mars,
The Searchers,
Animal Collective,
Newcleus,
Reagan Youth,
The Evens,
Johnny Osbourne,
Q and Not U,
Patti Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chrome,
Kaleidoscope,
Dennis Brown,
Simply Red,
the Association,
Ultra Naté,
Buzzcocks,
Anthony Braxton,
a-ha,
Quadrant,
The Wake,
Pere Ubu,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Victims,
Procol Harum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dark Day,
Half Japanese,
Lightning Bolt,
ABC,
Y Pants,
Connie Case,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed,
David McCallum,
Warsaw,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fatback Band,
Guru Guru,
Howard Jones,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter & Gordon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Human League,
The Moody Blues,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.